Time keeps moving

As the summer days dwindle to a close, so does the peaceful bliss that cover the town. 

I know it will get colder soon, and I know I’ll need to start waking up earlier soon. Summer comes and goes far too quickly for me to fully enjoy it, and I know when September comes I’ll wait for June to creep back up on me.
Sometimes I forget how old I actually am. The amount of freedom I have now compared to when I was younger. High school is only one reminder I have. 
I remember when I was younger I used to think high school students looked so big, so mature. Now when I look at elementary school students I’m reminded how small I actually used to be.
I forget about how much energy I had when I was younger, how early I used to wake up. Now imagining it makes me really wonder. Who wakes up at 7 a.m. willingly? The answer: 6-year-olds.

I’m reminded of children’s odd habits whenever my cousins come to visit. They are drastically younger than me, and have so much energy compared to me, but yet they remind me of myself.
When I look at my brother I’m reminded of my father, and when I look in the mirror I see my mother. So when I look at children, I’m reminded of myself and how much I’ve actually grown.
Another thing that reminds me how old I actually am is my sister leaving.
Her things start disappearing more and more around the house, and I know her room will feel empty without her there. As she packs her things into boxes and says her goodbyes, I can’t help but to be reminded of how much time I actually have left.
The year 2019 isn’t too far away. While I should be thinking about college, where I want to go and what I want to do, I can’t help but think about what I haven’t done yet.

Is there anything left for me to do here? Anything left that I want to do here, with my friends I know I’ll have to say goodbye to?
It’s a rather dreary thought but I was hoping for it to come out as a more positive outlook. I’ve already said that I don’t like thinking about the future. I never will. But if I have to start saying goodbye now then I will.
When they tell you that you have 12 years of schooling to do, most kids will protest. But I want to stop waiting for things to happen, and I want summer to come and go gradually and not happen all at once. I wish I would stop counting months, and days, and hours, but I’m too stuck in my ways of waiting.
My grandma once told me, “Don’t wish your life away.” It’s harder than it sounds, but when they tell you to wait, I don’t want you to count, because time always moves faster when you aren’t looking.